The week, and stuff.

El Reg has decided to be flippant about extropians. Which is fine by me.

The Grauniad gives Unce Warren's last album four stars out of five. Despite the all-star supporting cast - including Bruce Springsteen, Jackson Browne, The Eagles' Don Henley and Emmylou Harris - it is musically and lyrically understated, and frequently suffused with an almost unbearable poignancy.

It's been a quiet week. fabalafae has disappeared to Lodnod, after last night's farewell drink starting at K's and ending at the Citrus. I haven't been the the C for about seven or eight years, and I'm glad to say that the really bad feature - the nasty bouncers they used to have - has gone, and it's otherwise the same grubby hole it's always been. Must go back after a shorter gap this time. Wednesday involved the Holyrood. Canal defence lights were mentioned. The few nights before were quiet and homebound. I've found a few jobs to apply for, though. All local so far.

This evening I've put my desk back together in my room. It looks, as ever, very fine.

Also: Tabouleh's good. Must make it again.


Also also: The Phantom Limbs. Records out now on Alternative Tentacles who use the G-word (among others) to describe them. Anyone know if they're any good?

And while we're on the subject of maybe buying things from AT, anyone after a deck of cards?

Cripes

Apparently the 1200 has been on the market for thirty years. I had no idea.

I need storage for about another seven feet of records.

And I am pleased to note that the old conundrum concerning whether the chicken or the egg "came first" has now been empirically studied and an answer determined.

Also : Today's Guardian has an article about Ned Kelly. I couldn't resist pointing you at it because of this line : There's also a profoundly crap animatronic display and a dismal museum, the highlight of which is a talking cockatoo which, I swear, told me to piss off.